Is today different than any other day? Or does my heart still wander aimlessly. Not sure of who it belongs to even though it is beating inside of my chest. Does it belong to the boy behind the coffee counter? Or the girl with the silver hair I saw pass me in a blue slug bug on the way to work? Could it belong to the boy from years ago, or is that love long gone? I give my heart away at least twice a day. I never expect it back, I just kind of toss it and hope it stays. I could compare my heart to a boomerang, it always finds its way back no matter how hard I throw it.
